ExistantialDisparity

[aryannesque]

I may think of you softly from time to time, but I swear I'll cut my hands off if they ever reach out for you again.

[existentialdisparity]

My thoughts eat away at my flesh. Something in me aches. I wish I could find the words to write away at madness, but I have an untamable thirst for affliction in both sound and movement.

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[existentialdisparity]

Maybe one day we’ll acquire the courage to speak what so many of our actions have said. But until then, it’s been an immense honor to have known you.

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[existentialdisparity]

Souls are like oleander; beautiful but deadly to consumption. And yet we still yearn to know one another’s. I think apart of us knows we’re doomed. And that’s what makes things so much more significant. Death does not come softly, but cacophonously bringing chaos with it. Giving it something to remember is our only form of subversion.

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[existentialdisparity]

People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves; they do not look beautiful when they fall.

-Naveed A.Khan

[existentialdisparity]

Nobody told me that in love I’d meet death. That in departing I’d search for you in every line, every book, and every star struck look. And yet they’d all read unrecognizable because in truth there was never a soul as beautiful as yours.

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[existentialdisparity]

I’ve died a thousand times over. Each life lost marking the formation of masterpieces crafted by destruction, carved in blood, and painted in cries of grief. Poetry was never a choice, the Euphrates river would run red without penance. -Existentialdisparity

[existentialdisparity]

“We accept the love we think we deserve”

-The Perks of Being a Wallflower

[existentialdisparity]

Don’t you see my child, we are liars .I promised to steal you the stars, but only triggered thousands of supernovas. I gave life, but only saw death; I chose hate when it was easier to love. I’m sorry…

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[existentialdisparity]

You loved me as broken glass knowing I would cut you, I should have learned how to mend wounds. Maybe then I could’ve loved myself enough to show how much I loved you. I’m sorry…

-existentialdisparity